Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.